Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Running in Both Directions

He wanted to hurriedly tell him that the girl was still alive, but then he thought again, he must not say it directly. What if the horoscope was wrong and the woman His Majesty was looking for was already dead? Wouldn't that make His Majesty happy for nothing?

He has become more and more moody recently. If he is not satisfied, he will start killing people. He is not as kind as before.

The Taoist knelt on the ground, cleared his throat and said:

"Your Majesty, matters of life and death are difficult to predict even for Taoist priests. If this is truly your wife's fate... perhaps we can meet again if fate allows."

He frowned, counted on his fingers, and recalculated the birth chart. It was clearly a fate of harmonious marriage, with the wife following the husband, and having bad romantic relationships before marriage. It was completely unrelated to the word "empress". How could this be the fate of an empress?

He simply kowtowed, and after that, he said in a mysterious way:

"Your Majesty, this secret cannot be revealed. If you wish to see her in your dreams, all you have to do is... light this incense in your bedroom."

He raised his hands high and presented a small ebony box. When the lid was opened, there were spices with a very strange smell inside.

If he wants to dream, then let him do it. It's not difficult at all. Taoist priests have no shortage of such means.

This spice does not have the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods, but it can make people have complicated dreams. Whatever they think about during the day, they will dream about at night. As long as they dream enough, it is not difficult for that woman to appear in the dream.

"If it's useless, watch out for your head."

Gu Shi said coldly, his eye sockets sunken, adding a bit of sinister and violent look.

He had killed more people in the past two days than in the first twenty-two years of his life combined. Anyway, he had already become a beast with no bottom line, so he might as well keep making mistakes.

Sin is like a snowball. Once the moral floodgates are released, sin will roll downhill and will continue to multiply itself, expanding rapidly and increasing several times in a short while.

If she were still alive and saw what he had become, would she come back and slap him?

He couldn't help but think over and over what the Taoist said, "If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."

Is there any possibility that Lingchuan is still alive in this world?

As soon as this thought emerged in his mind, he suppressed it firmly.

He could no longer afford to have hope and disappointment again, so he might as well just treat her as dead... If he could see her again, he would kill her at the first possible moment to completely eliminate the possibility of her hurting him again.

At midnight, he tossed and turned in bed, his mind blank and he couldn't feel anything.

He climbed out of bed, holding a candle in his hand, lit the incense himself, replaced the lid of the incense burner, and lay back on the bed.

Smelling this scent, he inexplicably felt that the bed became much more comfortable and he was able to fall into a deep sleep.

Somehow, in his dream, he turned back into the little kid he used to be.

The sun was at its brightest, and the glazed tiles on the roof of the Congcui Palace were gleaming with beautiful light. He was running around happily in the Congcui Palace.

"I really envy you for being able to be carefree. How wonderful! Unlike me, I have to worry about all kinds of trivial matters every day until my hair turns white."

His mother stood behind him, looking at him with jealous eyes and spoke sinisterly.

He stared at her blankly, feeling helpless.

He suddenly felt a sense of artificial guilt, and he lowered his head in shame, feeling that his happiness was a betrayal of his mother.

He wanted to tell her that he was not carefree, but that children could play more freely. As long as he stopped for a moment, all the complicated emotions and sorrows would overwhelm him, so he could only play continuously.

Have fun...

He turned and fled from Congcui Palace, laughing and running madly, ignoring how his mother tearfully complained to him about her disappointment.

As he was running, he bumped into someone.

He looked up and saw Lingchuan's profile.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

He wanted to kill Lingchuan, but found that he was still a child and could not reach the long sword hanging high on the tree.

She didn't say anything, but just turned her head and looked at him silently like a female ghost in a troupe.

"Go away and stop looking down at me like that!"

Gu Shi cursed angrily, but he could clearly hear that his voice was still that of a child.

She blinked her eyes, and suddenly there was a loud explosion, and Lingchuan disappeared.

He looked up and saw a dense rain of blood falling from the sky.

The smell of rust rushed into his nose, and Gu Shi began to feel nauseous and kept dry heaving. Suddenly, he woke up with a start.

He opened his eyes and saw the blood-stained sword hanging on the wall. His chest kept rising and falling as he gasped heavily.

He thought that the smell of rust must be from this strange sword.

He stood up angrily, used a handkerchief to hold the sword, walked out the door with the sword, and casually put it into the hands of a guard.

"I give it to you. Don't let me see it again."

It was just dawn and he couldn't help feeling nauseous. He felt that there would really be a bloody rain from the sky, just like in his nightmare.

Gu Shi staggered back to the bed, dragging his arm which was unable to be lifted. He now felt extremely disgusted with the feeling of complicated and gorgeous dresses hanging on his body, so he simplified all his clothes.

It would be better to say that there is nothing in this world that he does not dislike. He is now fed up with everything and everything seems boring. In comparison, the slight disability of his arm is not so unacceptable.

If that was the case, why did he still want to live? He couldn't help asking himself.

If he died as soon as Lingchuan died, wouldn't that be embarrassing for him? Besides, he didn't love her to that extent.

Let it drag on. Now he just wants to drag out his life as long as possible.

He would wait for a year or two, until everyone had forgotten that he had a wife, and then he would commit suicide, thus proving that he did not love her that much.

He must not love Lingchuan. After all, when he saw a girl who looked somewhat similar to Lingchuan but was not her, he felt so disgusted. It was as creepy as seeing a wild ghost jump into Lingchuan's body and control her corpse to slowly stand up.

He killed the girl without much thought, and only afterward did he feel guilty for killing a completely innocent person.

Anyway, he just didn't love Lingchuan that much. After all, she left him nothing except endless pain and a slight disability in her arm. Oh yes, there was also a worthless tattered hairpin. He now completely associated her with pain.

He anxiously touched the wound on his collarbone left by Lingchuan, and unexpectedly found that it was not as painful as before. He fell into panic in an instant.

Is God going to take away the few relics she left him?

He couldn't lose this one connection, even if it was real pain.

Gu Shi bit the tip of his tongue. The pain from his tongue allowed him to maintain basic sanity and clarity. He felt like he was alive again.

So he secretly had his tongue pierced and wore a hidden silver tongue stud that lay across the tip of his tongue like a yoke.

Whenever he thought of Lingchuan, he would quietly move the tongue stud on the most sensitive inside of his mouth. The pain was piercing, but he felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

This is how he felt when he was with Lingchuan. It was painful, and no one knew about this pain except him, but this feeling was also addictive.

At night, he lay in bed and gently bit his tongue stud. The pain suddenly came, but he was able to fall asleep sweetly, as if Lingchuan was still by his side.

…………

Tao Jinrong and Qin Sizhao took a carriage together and returned to their hometown.

After getting the antidote, Qin Sizhao's condition improved a lot, his skin became smooth and shiny, and his eyes regained their brilliance.

He has a pair of peach blossom eyes with bags under his eyes, and he always looks smiling.

When they stayed in the inn these days, although they lived in one room, there were two beds.

Tao Jinrong had nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, he already knew everything about her. There was no need for her to regard her experience as a taboo and keep silent about it. She would not be overly accommodating or giving to him because of her experience.

After all, she thought she was very brave. She broke off relations with Gu Shi and left openly.

This is not shameful, but something to be proud of. After all, Gu Shi failed to tame her no matter whether he used coercion or bribery. She is still a person with dignity, and she has completely rescued herself from a deformed relationship and did not become a slave.

Qin Sizhao has given a lot to her. He is a good person and she is very grateful in her heart, but she will not feel inferior because of this. After all, she has been very brave to go with him in both directions and is completely worthy of him.

She now feels clear-headed about her past and there is nothing shameful about it.

No matter what it was, she had survived it. She could hold her head high and proudly tell others that she was no longer the little girl who was tortured to the point of mental breakdown and was ready to commit suicide. Nothing could defeat her now. She could live on with strength and live well.

Thinking of the past, Tao Jinrong couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Even when she was most vulnerable and helpless, she still held on to a glimmer of hope for the future.

Now it seems that the emotional entanglements between her and Gu Shi are really not a big deal. Even if she got pregnant before marriage, it was just a small episode in her long life.

She has a long way to go in the future.

Now she and Qin Sizhao were lying in the same room, but on two beds.

He was wearing a very tight shirt. She glanced at him twice, a hint of an ambiguous smile on her lips, and reached out to pull at his sleeve...

She whispered:

"Qin Sizhao, do you think we should..."